This book is a testimony. Written in the first person, it has few footnotes, no bibliography, and a tiny index. But it does not need those forms of scholarly references, for it is not a research study. It is a personal history. Filled with anecdotes, character sketches, and observations, it is an exile's recollection of what has happened during part of his sixty-year lifetime to make his homeland what it is today, a pit filled with the terror of racial war.